... Well, gee, of course they’re sheep.
I’m minding my own business, you know, s l e e p i n g , when *poingk!* I’m suddenly wide awake at 3 am.
With thoughts of sheep.
I’m blinking, in the dark, “Go back to sleeeeep. Sleeep! SleeeeEEEp! SheeeeEEEp!”
This is your fault, you know, ahem, Jane. Power of suggestion and all.
Wait? What's that? Amidst the gleeful laughter, I hear you chirping that at least I got an early start to the day... Right?
Okay, I'm going to take a nap... While I'm doing that, amuse yourself with more blind contour creatures